The original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves on

With a pen in one hand taking us and drugged on kerosene'84 and 5 would find us something to believeRight or wrong with dirty hands on wiresSinging songs in dischord choirsScreaming in braille no temptress prizeCould ever yield anything so real

The original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves on

Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to beDiving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten cityHere the rain falls ever afterThe swinging vines hang dead in raftersBlood rush to your head induces laughter endlessly

The original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and long goneBut the riot inside moves on

Can't explain that it was somethin' to seeCan't contain so somethin' ever realEver realHey!

Can't explain it was somethin' to seeCan't contain so somethin' ever realEver real

The original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves on